My lovely Mums been fighting breast cancer for nearly 3 years, but she’s losing her fight now.
She’s been in and out of hospital with infections over the last few months, and has recovered, but she’s in again and this time her poor bodies had enough.
I’ve been lying in bed last night crying my eyes out for her, but also for me, and us as a family as I can’t bear to imagine a life without her. She’s always been there. She’s been our guide, our North Star, it feels like everything I’ve ever done was to make my Mum proud. Although I’m 47, I’m really just her little boy She’s the only one who really knows me and always asks how I truly am and who I feel I can really tell. I’m so scared of this life without her.
I guess I’m just crying a lot at the moment, hoping she will pull through again, but I need to face reality that I’m losing my Mum.